Wordless Wednesday: Poverty Flats Rd. near Roosville, MT. near the Canadian Border

( I just have to say something here. The Canadian border is out in that field. Do you see a fence or the border patrol? Did any one stop us and ask my friend and I why we were taking pictures? No.
Our government seems to have horse blinders on when it comes to keeping our borders safe. Maybe the Canadians don't want to come into the United States but there is sure nothing stopping anyone else from riding in on a horse or hiking into the United States up there. I was aghast at the lack of any visible safeguards. Maybe there was an electrified fence that we couldn't see. Maybe someone had us on surveillance cameras. I kind of hope so.... but maybe we were on the wrong side, so it didn't matter. Still, it does give you pause for thought.
This horse could care less about the whole thing. He is a horse without borders..... friendly and welcoming, as you can see. But I did wonder if he was Canadian or a citizen of the U.S. I didn't ask for his papers.)

Providence

Yesterday we took a drive down to a valley farm. The Rees Ranch was having babies. They called us and invited us to come down and see all the new colts that were born recently. That baby on the bottom right was born the night before last. Horses are so beautiful! I'm always overwhelmed at how majestic and lovely they are.
We took Carl with us because this is were we got him when he was a pup and we thought it would be nice if he saw all his brothers and sisters again. He had a great time.

If you are not a Corgi owner it's hard to see the subtle differences in a group of corgis that are related. Carl is, of course, the one with the leash. His grandmother was there; sitting between the Prospector's legs. She was such a sweetie. Old and quiet. She just wanted to have her head rubbed.
When we pulled up the Corgi dogs came from everywhere. It was so cute to watch them run to greet us. We had not been back to see the Rees Farm since we picked up Carl last Spring. All his brothers and sisters were there. His Mom.., the beautiful blond in the bottom right photo acted like he was just another dog in the pack. They were all very friendly.
Mr. E gave us a tour of the farm and told us about the interesting process of artificial insemination. They use this now exclusively. It's the difference between 4 or 5 babies and possibly 15 or more in one breeding season. When your business is horses this is a boon to breeding.
We had a great time and when we left....

"It's OK Carl. He's suppose to be in here. His name is Cutter. He's your nephew and he's going to come and live with us."

Yes, Carl is alone no more and we have a rescue puppy. He came from a broken home in Oregon. He and his dad were brought down here a few weeks ago by the Rees because the family who bought Cutter's dad could not keep him or any of the puppies that they were breeding. We not only came back to the ranch to see the colts but we came to see Cutter too. We just didn't tell Carl that we were coming to see more than horses...

Tomorrow I will give you the details about Cutter and LOTS of photos.

Safe Haven

Standing under the Flowering Pear tree this morning without giving you the sound and the fragrance too, does not show the completed picture of what nature was offering . First there was the sound of a thousand bees buzzing harmoniously while doing what they were made to do.., making love to the blossoms. Then the fragrance.., filling the garden with the sweet scent of honey. I suppose it was the pollen.., but it smelled like honey. What a heady combination it was.

Together with the morning sunlight I stood there looking up into the blossom filled tree and the world became a happier place than it had been all week.


The Grape Hyacinth is blooming and the flowering Quince, bought last year, has a few blossoms on it. My first tulip has opened up. It's a green one with pink tips. Very unusual and , although I planted red ones too, I bought these because I thought they would be beautifully different. They are. I love this one.

Carl was watching the goats.., wishing he could herd them around a bit. He would bark and they would just look at him and then go right on eating the wonderful new grass. Freckles always thinks that the grass on the other side of the fence is greener. Brownie never even looked up...


When I drove home from "C"s Wednesday night I was being chased by a huge storm. I left Sacramento just as this storm started moving across the Central Valley. When I got ahead of it out on Florin Rd. I pulled over and took this picture of some beautiful horses against the stormy sky to the west. The green grass, the dark sky, the mustard flowers( a bright yellow streak in the distance) and the curious horses wondering what I was doing was a perfect photo shoot.

I beat the storm home and just as I pulled into the garage, the wind came and the hail started.

What does home mean to you? For me it's a safe haven from the storms of my life. It's being greeted by The Prospector and the Pupster. As always.., it was so good to be home and as we quieted down to listen to the intensity of the rain falling outside ,we sat on the sofa with Carl between us, and cried for our old dog that had to leave us. Now she is buried at the top of the hill above the orchard but her spirit will always be curled up on the floor next to us in our living room.